> It was a dream. A memory.

> To stand tall and proud,

> gathering what remained

> of might, once-radiant,

> now faded and fallen.

>

> Faithless, I stand,

> Uprooted, a heart lost

> And cast into the

> midnight sea,

> a restless mind

> forever wandering the abyss,

> pulling back at last,

> daring to live,

> dream and hope.

>

> I was a ghost,

> screaming in a dead city

> with everyone else, but now

> I live again,

> finding my way

> amidst the gray,

> seeking out new skies.

>

> A dream shattered and

> cast into the shadows,

> Swallowed whole

> by the sunset.

> My heart beats in the dusk

> when it tinges the ocean red.

> Gaze westward, to the promise

> I made, to the dream I carry

> in my head and heart.

>

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> Somewhere on a distant shore,

> she breathes and sings

> a song filled with

> enrapturing rhythms,

> and I rise, restored,

> resurrected, reincarnated,

> revivified by

> a voice

> that uprooted me

> from the corpse shore,

> in a place where devils

> lie dreaming.

> Peel back flesh and bone,

> revealing now thundering hearts,

> beating in unison

> to quiet the tempest,

> to bathe the world in

> blood, fire and fury,

> the storm we

> hold in our hearts

> and minds.

> And I will stand

> upon the mist-choked shore,

> and meet your gaze

> across these boundless currents,

> and in the silence,

> in the space between your

> every breath,

> I shall whisper of love

> and longing,

> forever a dream away

> from eternity.